POST LIFE MUSIC

by The Last Surrealist

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about

POST LIFE MUSIC is a deeply personal musical exploration. It encompasses so many musical classifications that I have simply labeled the music contained within as "post life music." It is fundamentally about my thoughts on love, death, and the potential for rebirth.

It aggravates me as so many tracks draw lyrical inspiration from the memory of my sister's death, and how that resonates so fervently with me years later. So many recording sessions were spent intoxicated, tired, and in depressive states to reach this vantage point.

I long to escape. The perceived and often surrealistic "escape" so often fluctuates within my mind. Often I submerge myself in the thought of suicide, and have the anti-social and depressive tendencies that tend to come paired with such thoughts. Yet, on other occasions, I see so clearly.

I dream of the muck and what we call love. For a moment here and there, I am satisfied by these thoughts. But I am always returned to ground zero as I reflect on the reality that all love will die, all sadness will die, all death will die. Love is a slave to death. The power of love is temporary, and is perhaps most beautiful because of this simple characteristic. I have known love and now know what it is to long for love in it's physical absence.

I am tired of the convention that an album of music must adhere to an extremely narrow view of the world. Too many artists play with singular ideas when they have so much potential for more.

Open your ears and close your eyes. All of this shit is meaningless. And I love it because of this.

REVIEW EXCERPTS:

"...The writing is poetic, it’s harsh, and like anything truly authentic in life…you can tell these are real feelings and thoughts being spilled onto the page. Part of that comes from courage, and part of that comes from survival instinct and necessity – but the fact remains that this type of personalization in an album is truly rare. The Last Surrealist talks, yells, screams…all with sorrowful conviction; when he projects a melancholy and calm demeanor you can clearly hear what he wants you to hear in the lyrics…when he’s screaming at you, there’s no other option…You couldn’t honor the memory of a loved one in a more honorable way than this; Post Life Music is one of those rare albums that come along and truly make you question how on earth the artist or band in question could EVER achieve something better on record." -Jer, SleepingBagStudios

"In my opinion this is another great sounding recording from The Last Surrealist and if you are a fan of post black metal or music that cannot really be categorized, you should check out this album." - OccultBlackMetalZine

credits

released 02 July 2014

Chris Romans - All of the musical things. Thanks to Jes Savard for assisting with photography and graphic design of the album cover.

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Track Name: In the Morning Our Bodies Will Be Nothing
Take my body

Take my mind

Bury me inside

A lovers body

Now watch me die

Watch me crawl inside 

And create nothing from this

I have the gun up to my neck

I'm looking to undress

At the eclipse of the morning sun

All will be done

All will be done

My cock is drenched

In a mixture of saliva and sweat

I'll take this fixation to my death

As I drink away the spirit and

My self induced flesh

Enters a cold and dark emptiness

Come watch me die

Watch me crawl inside

And create nothing from this

I have the gun up to my neck

I'm looking to undress

At the eclipse of the morning sun

All will be done

All will be done

My self obsessed flesh

Enters a cold and dark emptiness

There is a softness to her breath

She's so beautiful and I wish

To embrace her but instead

I have the gun up to my neck

When I pull the trigger: death

It's the happiest moment of my existence

If you say you wish me well

And want me to live for this emptiness

Then I will likewise wish you well

As I fucking bury you instead
Track Name: The Gun is Perched Between My Teeth
We are all slaves
Digging our own graves
In church yards while the priests
Cast judgment on our beliefs

Because Christ laid down his hands and feet
So I would always fall asleep
And in this slumber suffocate
On the dirt suppressing my lungs

I'm not dead yet
I'm just trying to wake up

I'm not dead yet
I'm just trying to wake up

The gun is perched between my teeth
The cold metallic taste on my lips
Lets me go free
Lets me go free

The gun is perched between my teeth
The bullet is lodged inside of me
I go free
I go free

You turn back your eyes
There is nothing but silence
We dream of this moment all the time
It's simply a naked califaction

And it distracts our minds
From the fundamental meaning of life
That we are nothing
That we are all victims of suicide

But we are not dead yet
We are just trying to wake up

But I'm not dead yet
I'm just trying to find my gun

The gun is perched between my teeth
The cold metallic taste on my lips
Lets me go free
Lets me go free

The gun is perched between my teeth
The bullet is lodged inside of me
I go free
I go free

I know I am alive
By realizing that I am dead inside
I scream at the top of my lungs
My senses acknowledge I am alive

But I continue to drown in the emptiness
Brought by a mundane and sensuous feeling
That my sadness translates
Into transcendence
Track Name: Eyes Wide Open (Suffocate Until the Fire's Annihilation)
She begs,
"taste the fire that burns underneath me"
It may scorch the flesh
But arise and dress
In Sunday morning clothes
So you can again see your sister
I speak, "Don't drag me into that darkness"
She says nothing but this…

"I'll see you in the morning"
But I am frozen in the snow
I feel the cold hem of my shirt
Caressing the back of my neck
It's so profound to live in the moment
And feel the tactile stimulation
Of a final embrace
I clench the rope in my hands

So firm, I feel nothing but this
As I step into her grave
Finally looking towards the heavens
Staring deep into the eyes of god
Declaring so fervently with my hatred…
There is no god...
There is nothing but this moment
There is nothing to live for at all

I have long surrendered to the vacancy
In my disdain for life with a longing to escape
I live in the comfort of material things
And am constantly told to get on my knees
I dwell so fervently on this sense of surrender

I would like to taste the fire
I would like to taste the fire

Fuck off, you motherfuckers
Make love with the abyss
Like you don't give a fuck
That you're hanging in a noose
Covered in your own shit
Track Name: Rebirth in a Nebula
Space
Take my after
Life and drown it in the
Wine
And watch me die
Love, the quiet
Night

Space, Space
Track Name: To Kiss My Beloved With Eyes Wide Shut
I lament for the deaf and blind
While the mute verbalize behind tired eyes
Triumphant!
As he consummates with color
An aesthetic finale and stupor
I am convinced my drug addicted savior
Reigns in victorious sleep!

As she slits her wrists and bellows to the godless
Oh, the godless sit upon vacant gallows
Tying their own nooses and in melancholy sadness
Vie for knives to break their beaks
As they stand at the pinnacle of disease

Growing the graves of humanity
From the preliminary communal seedlings
But you reign victorious!
On an Earth consuming the corpse flowers

Of mothers and brothers,
Sisters and fathers
Musicians and cowards
Musicians and cowards
Musicians and cowards
Musicians and cowards
Musicians and cowards
We all cower at the sight of monsters...

You are like the night sky
On a cloudy day in the midst of the city
Polluted and inaccessible to me
But beautiful as you captivate my dreams
Oh, god have mercy on me
We pray to the vacancy
On our prostrate and broken knees

Breath is stolen from me
As I arrive at your murder scene
Oh, god have mercy on me!
Oh, god have mercy on me!

I can't help but feel nothing
Pure apathy and displacency
This is what death has done to me
This is what death has done to me
Track Name: With Stretched Out Nihilistic Hands We Embrace Suicide...
Love me as I rest in a bed of
Roses as I lie naked in the
Doorway drifting off to sleep or waking
To a new life dreaming that I
Can escape into the darkened night sky
With the light of a fire burning
The wicker grave where I lie stargazing

Love me as I look into your eyes
Quiet as the shoreline returning
To the edge of a floating world be-
hind my eyes drinking liquor with her Christ
In petty chapel pews vomiting the
Porcelain lies confided in burning
Embers of a child left sinking
In the river under the world

Love me in the morning after
The excited body wanes into the after-
Life as a new creation takes the place of
God and my flesh in unison create the
Endless sphere where you only exist for a
Moment then drift and are placed upon my naked
Body underwater and we may float to another
Dawning world to drink another

Love me for a moment (baby I'm tired)
Can't you fucking hear my words protruding
Through the depressed dirt where I linger
With the footprints of a gypsy universe
Examining my corpse for gold and trinkets
Of meaningless nothing since we're dead and sinking
Exhausted waste in a bottle of brandy
That god is drinking as we're left naked, swimming...
Track Name: Love is Subservient to Death
Fall asleep
In the midst
Of my body
With a longing
For night
To come
Encapsulate
All of my mistakes
I see no end in sight
Where are my
Friends
When the dark comes
I won't give a fuck
Nothing but
Love
Exists

Fall asleep
In the midst
Of my body
With a longing
For night
To come
Encapsulate
All of my mistakes
I see the end in sight
Where are my
Friends
When the dark comes
I won't give a fuck
Even love is a facade
Even love is a facade
Nothing but
Death exists
Track Name: When a Ghost Embraced the Dust
Instrumental
Track Name: Her Morning Breath
Instrumental